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A Lone Witch
A Lone Witch
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Smoke slowly arises, crimson embers glow as they twirl entangled, amongst the dense vapors. A dark silhouette appeared faintly within the fumes.
“ A lone witch
To many, of whom
Claim I’m alone
A lone witch
2 White feathers
2 Drops of blood from a fawn
A lone witch
Burn, burn, burn the flesh of venison
Crack a whip twice at dawn,” a brittle voice spoke.
Overawe by the sight, the disembodied voice was gentle_ yet clearly saddened. You could hear it was a woman as if in labor_ birthing pain unto her world. Fire, smoke, pain_ mixing tears and chanting all in commotion_
Was this truly a Witch?
A lone Witch?
What Is she conjuring with her potion?
